A night of endless pulsing

A good friend of mine was telling me she wishes she used her food processor more, but it’s downstairs in a cupboard.  Going and getting it and then setting it up is quite a hassle, so she doesn’t use it.

And with our lack of space, there’s nowhere for me to put one.  I’ve been using this mini chopper my Mom got me about a decade ago to chop, dice and mince my way through.

A couple of weeks ago, a farmer my Dad and I visit suggested I try making kale pesto with the fresh bunch I’d just bought from him.

It only took 6 batches with my tiny little whipper snapper of a machine to do the whole thing.  First I steamed the kale, then chopped it and added it in minuscule increments along with fresh lemon juice, olive oil, sunflower seeds, fresh garlic and salt.

Yes, it was fantastic, but damn exhausting.  It took about 45 minutes.

One day I’m going to have room for every appliance I’ve ever wanted.  And one of those big restaurant stock pots that are too damn big to keep in any cupboard.